Awakening

GH,
A HUGE THANK YOU!
If you aren't having fun, you aren't doing it right!

All of you, thank you for your kind comments. I'm in the midst of some major social commitments. I have limited time. The time I have I try to spend writing, so I have to be brief with my responses to your comments. Please believe me when I say that I do appreciate them.

Thank you again

I should be able to post again Thursday or Friday.

GH

We smiled at each other and then Jeanne gave me another quick kiss and asked, "Are you ready to try a little butt fucking?"

"I am, but before we start I have another suggestion to make."

"What is it?"

"If you really are going to be Trent Peter's slut don't you think you should let him have your rear too."

"No Michael, I want to reserve that for you. You gave me permission to lick his ass. That's enough."

"Jeanne I appreciate that, but it's not necessary. I'm not even sure it's wise."

"Why?"

"If you're going to do this, I want you to really do it. I don't want you to feel like you have to hold things back. I'm afraid that if you feel like you have to do that you might start resenting me."

"Michael if I'm doing all these things for other men won't you start resenting me?"

"Are you going to stop doing them with me?"

"No, of course not."

"Then I'll be fine. Jeanne, there's only one thing I ask you to reserve for me."

"What's that?"

"Your love, I want all of that."

"That's easy. Michael I promise that my love will always be reserved for you and only for you."

"That's all I need. Now be honest, wouldn't you enjoy letting Trent have your rear."

Jeanne laughed. "Yes Michael, I would. I've even fantasized about it."

"I'll bet he'd enjoy it too."

"I know he would. That evening we spent at the house he asked me if he could do it."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him that my husband was the only man who got to do that."

"I think you should tell him that you changed your mind. Do you think he'll have a problem with that."

"Michael I don't understand what you're doing. It feels like you're throwing me at Trent. Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"No Jeanne I'm not."

"Then please explain what you're doing."

"I'm not trying to get rid of you, I'm trying as hard as I can to hang on to you. I'm now fairly certain that I can cope with your new life style. Actually I think I can probably reach a point where I enjoy it almost as much as you do. It appeals to my voyeurism. I still need some time before I'll feel comfortable living with you while you're dating and entertaining other men, but I'm reamisterably confident that I can eventually reach that level of comfort."

Jeanne nodded.

I continued. "My concern is you. I fear that whether I come home tomorrow or nine months from tomorrow you will eventually decide that I am not only no longer an essential part of your new life, you'll actually consider me an impediment to your new life."

"No Michael, that will never happen. I'll always want to share my life with you."

"Jeanne, if a year ago I'd told you that during the last two months you would give twelve men you've never met blow jobs in their cars in a parking lot behind a bar, would you have believed me?"

Shaking her head, Jeanne quietly answered; "No."

"Right now you're going through some major permisteral changes. When you're done changing I'm hoping that I might still be able to be part of your life. Do I want you to run off with Trent Peters? Absolutely not. Do I want you to fully indulge your desire to be his slut? Yes I do, because if you don't get to do that I think it's possible that you're going to feel cheated and if that happens I'm afraid that you might decide that I'm the cause of your disappointment."

"Michael, suddenly I feel so selfish."

"You shouldn't."

"Why not?"

"This is your life, you get to choose how you live it."

"But it affects your life too."

"Yes it does and right now I'm also making choices. I decided to temporarily leave you. It was a choice I had to make. It was the only way I could cope with what was happening. I've decided to stay away for a full year. I'm convinced that before you can decide whether or not you still want me to be part of your life you have to experience life without me. I've chosen to encourage you to actively pursue your new lifestyle. I've come to the conclusion that it's not a significant sacrifice for me and it's very important to you. I believe that it's so important to you that if I try to prevent you from pursuing it, it might destroy our relationship and that would be devastating to me."

"It would devastate me too."

"Jeanne it comes down to this. If Trent Peters fucks you in the ass will my life be diminished in any way?"

Jeanne smiled. "Only if you allow it to diminish your life."

"That's right and I'm choosing to not allow it to happen."

Laughing, Jeanne said; "Right now I'm not sure if I should be happy or sad."

"if you're not sure, I encourage you to choose happy. It's more fun than being sad."

"Michael, you really are a remarkable man."

"I'm trying."

"Yes, and I appreciate it." Jeanne paused. After a moment she asked, "So where do we go from here?"

"As your loving husband, I think I should help you get ready to please your new lover."

"He's not my lover. If Trent and I do decide to have an affair love will never be part of the equation."

"Okay, then how shall we refer to your gentlemen friends?"

Jeanne grinned, "I like gentlemen friends, it has a sophisticated ring to it."

"I like it too, but it's a little cumbersome."

"How about if we refer to the men who are one night stands as dates."

"That's a good idea, it's nice and simple. If you do decide to have an affair with a man I suggest that we should be honest and call him your boyfriend."

"Won't that bother you?"

"No, I don't think it will. To me the term boyfriend evokes an image of a short term youthful infatuation. Isn't that what you want?"

"Will that be okay?"

"Do you promise to reserve your love for me."

"Yes, of course I do."

"Then it will be okay."

We smiled at each other for a moment and then Jeanne asked; "Are you still in the mood to try a little butt fucking?"

"Yes I am."

Hi GH.

I am still enjoying the story very much, I haven't commented so much as I have been rather busy of late, builders in, babysitting grandyoungren etc.

keep up the good work but always at your own pace and remember to still enjoy life.

Ajax.

I´m fascinated by the developement of the story.

Pls. continue...

GH,

like always, another couple of great segments. Please relax and enjoy life. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Whether you post Thursday this week or next week will not matter to your fan as long as you post at some time.

I'll bet she's going to love taking Trent in the backdoor. I love it when Bryan takes mine.

Thanks for more great reading!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Haven't posted in a while, but GREAT writing GH

GH,
As Reagan might have said, "There you go again."

As many above have said, please don't feel obliged or internally pressured to post. Ultimately it will lead to resentment and that will affect your writing. And none of us want that because it's just great as it is.

Thanks.

God... I LOVED that story.
Take your time GH, we are in no hurry

Ajax, Mikesan, Timmy, Techcuck, peak and vazkor

Thanks for your kind comments and your patience. I appreciate both.

GH

The next morning I was awake at 6:30. Jeanne was still sound arelax so I quickly dressed and slipped quietly out of the motel room. There was a Starbucks eight blocks away. I bought two large coffees, two large orange juices and two sweet rolls.

When I returned to the motel room Jeanne was awake. She was sitting at the desk naked typing on my computer.

As I set the coffee, juice and sweet rolls on the desk next to her I said; "I have to admit that when I walk into my motel room I love finding a beautiful naked woman typing on my computer."

Jeanne laughed. "And I have to admit that I love a handsome man who brings me coffee, orange juice and a sweet roll in the morning."

"Good morning Jeanne."

"Good morning Michael"

"Any good emails?"

"I remind you that I don't know your email address."

"It's a Yahoo account." I gave Jeanne the address.

She logged on to Yahoo and typed in the address. "What's your password?"

I gave it to her. As she typed it in she said; "Your openness about your email account suggests that you're no longer going to be incommunicado."

"I'm sorry Jeanne. I was hurt. I needed some time alone to heal."

"I know, I'm sorry I hurt you."

Jeanne picked up one of the cups of orange juice. As she took a sip she said; "You have an email from Ruth."

"You can open it."

"Are you sure? Michael, I was out line when I asked you for your password. I was being intrusive. I'm sorry, I'm just so eager to be part of your life again."

"Jeanne you're my wife. You have every right to be part of my life."

"Do I Michael? I worry that I may have forsaken that when I decided to start dating."

"No Jeanne, you didn't. I very much want you to be part of my life."

Smiling, Jeanne said; "We're both feeling a little insecure right now, aren't we."

"Yes we are, but I don't want that. I want us to start trusting each other again."

"I want that too."

"Trust starts with the little things. Why don't you go ahead and open Ruth's email."

"Okay."

"Would you read it aloud."

"Of course." After taking another sip of her orange juice, Jeanne read; "Dear Michael, everything is going well at the office. Bernie Kyle is turning out to be an excellent assistant for Jamister. When you return I hope that we can find a permanent place for him with the firm."

Looking up at me, Jeanne said; "Isn't that good news?"

"Yes it is."

Jeanne continued. "Did Jeanne arrive in San Francisco yesterday? Michael she was devastated about your telephone call Wednesday evening. She was desperate to talk to you. If she did get there I hope you didn't send her away. I believe that she really does love you. She calls me twice a day to find out if I have any news about you."

I was watching Jeanne. She looked up at me. There was a tear running down her cheek. I got two tissues from the box on the bedside table and brought them to her. As she dried her eyes I kissed her forehead and whispered, "I love you too."

"Michael, I'm so confused. I love you so much and I'm afraid I'm pushing you away. I don't want to lose you, but I need to do this. This is the life I want, but I want it with you."

"We're both trying to work it out. We're talking now. That will help."

"I'm so glad I came out here."

"I am too."

"Would you like to hear the rest of Ruth's email?"

"Yes." I kissed Jeanne again and then I sat down on the edge of the bed."

Jeanne started reading again. "I'm beginning to understand Jeanne's new life style choice. David and I are still playing our game and he's becoming increasingly frank about his desire to see me date another man. He's actually encouraging me to renew my acquaintance with Nick Granger. If you remember, I mentioned Nick in an earlier email. He was the man I was dating when I met David. While Nick was fabulous in bed and it was fun to spend time with him, he was lazy and irresponsible. There was no way I would have ever considered marrying him. Still I had fun with him and now David is making it clear that he not only wouldn't mind if I started dating Nick again, he'd enjoy it."

Jeanne paused to take another sip of her orange juice and then she continued. "I was having a hard time understanding how David could actually be urging me to date another man. I was even wondering if he was trying to get rid of me, but then he showed me the web sites. Michael there are a number of web sites about this life style. It even has a name. It's called cuckolding or wife sharing. Apparently this is a common male fantasy. In a cuckold relationship a wife is free to date other men and she does it with her husband's blessing. The wives are called hot wives and their husband are their cuckolds. At first the term cuckold seemed like a disparaging name to me, but as I read the stories and articles on the web sites I realized that the men who have this fantasy don't view it that way."

I asked Jeanne, "Did you know about these web sites?"

Pausing, Jeanne looked at me and nodded. "Tricia showed them to me. Since that evening when I announced that I was going to start dating Derek Fischer, this is the first time we've really had a chance to talk. I haven't told you about them because I thought we had more important things to discuss."

"I agree."

"Would you like to hear the rest of Ruth's email?"

"Yes."

Jeanne started reading again. "After looking at the web sites together David told me that he wants to be my cuckold. He said that he doesn't understand it. He knows that this isn't something husbands are supposed to want, but he does want it. We stayed up almost the entire night talking. He told me he knows that I love him and he loves me too. It would just be sex and he hopes that both of us will enjoy it. Michael, I have to admit that I'm intrigued by the idea. Sex with Nick Granger was amazing. Being able to occasionally enjoy him and still have the love and security I get from David would be wonderful. Still, I'm scared. I love David. I love our life together. I'm afraid that this could blow up and destroy everything.

Life certainly can be complicated.

Email me and let me know what's happening with you and Jeanne.

Love

Ruth"


Jeanne looked at me and smiled. "She's right about that, life certainly can be complicated."

"That's the truth."

"Michael, before you look at the web sites I need to warn you about something."

"Okay."

"Many of the stories and articles on those sites have a strong dominant submissive tone to them. The hot wives are often dominant and their cuckold husbands are often submissive."

"You mean like Tricia and Paul."

"Yes and I think maybe David too. Ruth has said some things to me that make me believe that."

"You're worried that the dominant submissive part of the stories might bother me."

"Yes."

I thought for a moment and then I said; "Yesterday morning it might have, but I don't think it will now. Our discussion last night helped me a lot. I'm starting to look at all of this from a new perspective. Jeanne I've always been a sexually oriented man. Ever since I was a teenager I've enjoyed erotica in all its forms."

Jeanne giggled, "You mean dirty stories, dirty pictures and dirty movies. I know that Michael. Last night I told you that it used to bother me, but it doesn't anymore. Now I'm happy that you enjoy all of that."

"That's what I'm talking about. For most of our married life you were rather inhibited."

"You mean I was a prude."

Laughing, I said; "Okay you were a prude, but you're not a prude anymore. Suddenly you've become a sexually adventurous woman."

"You mean a slut, I turned into a slut."

Still laughing, I said; "You enjoy being direct, don't you."

"Yes I do." Jeanne was grinning.

"That's what I'm finding so exciting about our new life. You've become so open and direct. You enjoy sex. Suddenly our life is filled with sexual adventure. I don't think I'm submissive, but reading about people who enjoy that fantasy will be fun. Being able to discuss it with you will be even more fun."

"Michael I'm so glad you feel that way. I wish you could come home with me."

Shaking my head, I said; "I wish I could too, but I can't."

"I know. You still need time to process all of this and you're right, I still need time too."

I smiled. "We still have all day today, all day tomorrow and Sunday morning."

Jeanne nodded. "And I want to enjoy every minute of that time."

"Let's answer Ruth's email and then I believe we were going to take a shower together. "

"That is the plan and after our shower I believe that we're planning to do a little experimenting with oral sex."

"I believe you're correct. Let's write to Ruth."

"Okay."

I stood behind Jeanne while she typed.

"Dear Ruth

I did get here. Michael and I had a wonderful evening. We talked and fucked until well after midnight. This morning we're going to spend an hour or two investigating the joys of oral sex and then we're going sight seeing and shopping. Michael has offered to help me select some erotic art for my new playroom.

Michael and I were both pleased to hear about the new developments in your sexual fantasies and role playing. It sounds like you and David are having fun.

We understand your concerns about taking your fantasies to the next level. Be cautious, take your time. You don't have to rush into anything. Thoroughly discuss each decision you make. I wish I'd spent more time talking to Michael before I started dating other men."

Keep us posted on what's happening.

Love

Jeanne and Michael"

Jeanne said, "How's that?"

"It's perfect, send it."

After sending the email Jeanne said, "Let's finish our coffee and rolls and then we can take a shower."

"I think that's a wonderful idea."

We took a long hot shower together. Jeanne washed me. I washed her. After drying each other we jumped into bed and started playing. We took turns going down on each other. We talked about what was pleasing and what wasn't. It was fun to be so open.

For a grand finale I licked Jeanne's ass while I rubbed her clit. After she she orgasmed she licked my ass while she masturbated me to a climax. It was a wonderful way to start the day.

We spent the rest of the morning and the early afternoon shopping and sight seeing. In The Castro we found a number of shops selling a wide variety of erotica. While much of it was gay oriented there was also quite a bit of heterosexual art and jewelry. The merchants in The Castro didn't discriminate.

In one of the shops we found a anklet with a heart shaped charm that had the initials H W inscribed on it. I purchased it for Jeanne. As I was putting it on I asked, "which ankle?" Jeanne and the shop clerk agreed that it should go on the her left ankle. That was generally accepted as a sign that she was available.

Once I'd fastened the anklet the clerk said, "I another piece of jewelry that might interest you." He opened a display case behind the counter and took out a silver neck chain with a round silver pendant attached to it. He handed it to Jeanne.

She looked at it. Smiling, she showed it to me. One side of the pendant had an engraved drawing of a pair of shapely female legs in nylon stockings The phrase; “I love it when she's naughty” was inscribed on the opposited side.

Jeanne asked. "Would you wear this?"

I laughed, but then realizing that Jeanne was serious, I asked; "Can I wear it under my shirt?"

Obviously surprised that I'd even consider wearing it, Jeanne said; "Of course."

Shrugging, I said; "Sure, why not."

"Really?"

"If it's under my shirt the only people who'll see it will be people who understand." Still lLaughing I added. "Right now that's a pretty small group."

Giggling, Jeanne turned to the shop clerk and said, "We'll take it."

I handed him my credit card. As he was processing it Jeanne slipped the chain over my head. As she tucked the pendant under my shirt she whispered, "I am so hot right now."

I winked at her and then I turned to the clerk and signed the credit card slip.

In the next block we found an store that specialized in erotic art. Jeanne and I picked out several prints and arranged to have them framed and shipped home.

We spent the rest of the day sight seeing. That evening we had dinner at The Cliff House.

After dinner Jeanne asked, "That golf course you like so much, does it have a parking lot?"

"Yes it does."

"Is it dark and deserted?"

"Right now it is."

"Let's go there."

We drove to the golf course and parked in a dark corner of the lot. Jeanne pulled her seat forward and got out of my Escape. "Pull your seat all the way forward and get in the back seat with me."

Realizing what was about to happen I excitedly pulled the driver's seat forward and joined Jeanne in the back seat.

As soon as we were settled, she unbuttoned her blouse and whispered, "Unfasten my brassiere so you can play with my tits."

Slipping my hands under Jeanne's blouse; I reached behind her and unclasped her brassiere, freeing her large breasts. At the same time Jeanne unbuckled my belt, pulled down my zipper, opened my trousers and pulled my erect cock out of my boxer shorts.

As she bent over Jeanne said, "This is how I do it behind Brady's Pub." And then she slipped my cock into her mouth and started sucking me.

I closed my eyes and played with Jeanne's breasts while I imagined her in a dark parking lot behind a noisy pick up bar doing this same thing with a man she'd never met before. At that moment I loved having a slut wife.

I was excited. It wasn't long before the sensations of pleasure began building in my loins. Sensing my growing excitement Jeanne sucked me even more vigorously. I gasped as my first spurt of semen erupted into Jeanne's mouth. She kept sucking me.

After I finished ejaculating Jeanne took my softening erection out he mouth and sat up. Smiling at me, her lower lip coated with my fresh semen, she said; "I love sucking your cock. I wish I hadn't wasted all those years as an uptight prude."

Smiling back at her I said; "You'll just have to make up for lost time." and then I kissed her. After we kissed I took out my handkerchief and wiped my cum off of both of your faces.

As I was putting my handkerchief away Jeanne said; "I'm still surprised that you're willing to do that."

"You mean kiss you when your lips are coated with my cum."

"Yes."

"It doesn't bother you, so it shouldn't bother me either."

"You really do have an open mind about sex."

Chuckling, I said; "It's the result of a life time spent reading good pornography."

Jeanne laughed. "I wish I'd been reading it with you."

"I wish you had too."

For a moment we looked at each other wistfully and then I said; "Let's go back to the motel."

Grinning, Jeanne said; "wanna fuck me when we get back there?"

"Damn right."

Jeanne opened her door. As she got out of the back seat she said, "Let's go. I've got an itch that needs scratching."

As soon as we were both settled in the front seats I started my Escape and drove out of the deserted golf course parking lot.

On the way back to the motel, Jeanne asked; "Did you enjoy that?"

"Very much, it's easy to understand why you enjoy going to Brady's"

"Does it bother you that I do that?"

I considered Jeanne's question for a moment and then I said; "Not really, after experiencing it I realize that it's pretty impermisteral. It really is just lust in its purest form."

"I'm glad you feel that way."

"Want to know something else."

"Definitely."

"While you were doing it I was imagining you doing it to a strange man behind Brady's"

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Michael, that is so hot."

Taking a quick glance at Jeanne I smiled and said; "What can I say? At heart I'm a voyeur."

"And I'm a slut. The two kinks go together rather nicely, don't they."

"I'm beginning to realize that."

Thank you GH, you never failed to deliver

Great addition as usual, please keep posting.

GH,

things just keep rolling along very nicely. Thank you for a great weekend read.

Thx GH

gh,

this keep getting better and better....love that they are working things out....but I bet there will still be bumps in the road along the way.

thanks for the great story

sallyann

GH,
I go away for the weekend and this little gem was waiting for me. Another wonderful section on this rapidly becoming classic tale. Michael seems ok now, but I suspect he might start getting the wobbles again when Jeanne goes back. The spikes getting less and less with each reconnection. Maybe that's why he needs the time away, although a year still seems to much. Too big a time to be away from the normal end of day to day living together, the rest of the glue that binds couples together. I just love what you are doing with this though GH. Thanks again.

I really can't wait to read these. If I see a new segment while at work, I can't concentrate until I read it!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Know what yoh mean donna. If at work and see a new installment, well i have to go to the mens room and sit in the stall reading away. Lol. GH, you have us hooked! Thanks so very much.

The magic continues!
Win some...
Lose some...
Few are rained out

vazkor, cuckslut, timmy, zinc and alcabin

As always, thank you

Sally ann and Peak

You're both right, the road to happiness is filled with bumps, the question is who's bumps. Peak I've worried a little that it might be too much time too. I think it will be all right. I have a lot of story to tell. Anyway both of you thank you.

Donna and bnbincols

Don't do anything that will cost you your jobs. I email you the installments if necessary. Thank you both for the kind comments.

Once again all of you thank you for taking a moment to comment.

I also want to thank everyone who sent me positive comments about this story through Literotica.

GH

As soon as we got into our motel Jeanne said; "Take off your sports coat and sit down on the edge of the bed."

"Why?"

"Please, just humor me."

"Okay." I took off my sports jacket, hung it in the closet and then I sat on the edge of the bed.

Once I was settled Jeanne kneeled at my feet. As soon as she started removing my shoes and socks I knew what she was planning to do. Smiling up at me she said, "If you want me to do this with Trent you're going to have to let me do it for you first."

"I like this plan." I was laughing.

After removing my shoes and socks Jeanne took off my trousers and boxer shorts. My cock was already erect again. She laid my trousers neatly across the desk and then she turned and said, "I don't have any music."

"That's okay, we can pretend."

Jeanne smiled and then she started swaying her hips to the beat of an imaginary misterg. Staring into my eyes, she slowly unbuttoned her black satin blouse and pulled it open exposing her black lace brassiere. After dancing with her blouse open for a few seconds she slipped it off of her shoulders, tossed it on the desk and continued dancing. Now she was wearing only her brassier, skirt, high heels and lingerie.

Enchanted, I watched. This was a voyeur's dream.

Lasciviously licking her lips, Jeanne reached behind her back and unclasped her brassiere. For a moment she held the cups in place while she danced for me and then slowly, tantalizingly she inched them off until her gorgeous breasts were fully exposed.

For a moment Jeanne waved her brassiere above her head while she danced topless for me and then she casually tossed it across the room. As it landed on top of the dresser she reached down, grasped the hem of her skirt and began hiking it up her nylon stocking covered thighs. Once again she moved slowly, deliberately; her hips and her pendulous breasts swaying to the beat of the imaginary music.

I watched, but as I watched a thought crept into my mind. The previous evening I'd suggested to Jeanne that she do this for Trent Peters. A moment ago she told me that before she could do this for Trent she wanted to do it for me. My wife of twenty-seven years was planning to perform this same dance for another man. I was suddenly flooded with a myriad of emotions. Jealousy and hurt came first, but they were quickly overwhelmed by lust and what I could only call a form of voyeurism. I Realized that knowing my wife would soon be doing this in front of another man made it even more exciting for me.

For a brief moment I felt ashamed about my perverted attitude, but the utter thrill of what I was watching and thinking quickly vanquished my feelings of self-reproach.

Instead I said, "Trent is going to love this."

Jeanne stopped and stared at me. After a moment she started to say, "Michael, I'm doing this for you, not..." But then she stopped herself. Noticing the unabashed lust in my eyes, she said; "That makes it more exciting for you, doesn't it."

Shame started to worm its way back into my psyche. I looked away. Understanding how fragile I was Jeanne sat down next to me and whispered; "It's all right. This is who we are. I'm a slut and you're a voyeur. There's nothing to be ashamed about. In fact it makes us a perfect match for each other. We're both going to be able to enjoy this new lifestyle."

Nodding, I said; "I know that, but it's still going to take time before I'm fully comfortable with those feelings."

"You have a life time of conditioning to overcome."

"I do."

"But you will be able to overcome your inhibitions just like I overcame mine." Jeanne quickly added; "Michael, when we're together I promise you that you're going to enjoy the best sex any man has ever experienced."

"I already am. This weekend has been fantastic."

"And it's still only Friday night."

Grinning, I said; "I know."

"Do you want me to continue my dance?"

My confidence restored, I said; "Yes I do."

"Would like me to dance for you, or should I show you how I'm going to dance for Trent?"

Rattled by the directness of Jeanne's question, I grinned at her stupidly.

She giggled. "This is hard for you, isn't it."

I nodded.

In a soft, gentle voice Jeanne asked; "Would you like me to show you how I'm going to dance for Trent. It's okay, it's kinky, but so what? In fact I think that makes it even more fun."

Jeanne had been my soul mate for twenty-seven years. Despite everything that had recently happened I loved her and I would continue to love her for the rest of my life. She understood me. When I was down she knew how to raise my spirits. When I was feeling insecure she knew how to boost my confidence.

Her soothing voice calmed me. I knew what I wanted and I also knew that I didn't need to be ashamed to admit it to this wonderful woman. Smiling, I said; "I'd like you to show me how you're going to dance for Trent."

Lasciviously licking my ear, Jeanne whispered; "Michael, you cannot believe how excited you just made me."

Jeanne stood and started moving to the beat of the imaginary music again. More excited than ever I watched intently.

As she once again started inching her skirt up her thighs she said; "I'm going to tease him Michael. I'm going to try to drive him crazy with lust.

Staring at the hem of her skirt as it slowly moved up Jeanne's thighs, I said; "You're doing a good job of it."

Turning around Jeanne bent slightly at the waist. As she swayed her hips to the imaginary rhythm she pulled the hem of her skirt up over her rear exposing the gorgeous cheeks of her ass. She was wearing a black lace thong.

I stared.

"Do you think Trent will like my ass?"

"I'm sure he will."

"Do you think he'll want to fuck it?"

"Oh yes."

"Should I let him do it?"

"Do you want him to do it?"

"You know I do."

"Then you should let him do it"

Jeanne pulled her skirt up to her waist and moved back so she was standing between my legs. Still swaying her hips, she said; "Pull my panties down, just to my thighs. I want to keep them on a little longer."

Breathless with excitement, I carefully pulled Jeanne's thong down her nylon stocking covered legs.

As soon as I was finished Jeanne said; "Michael, rub my cunt, rub my cunt while I dance for Trent."

Reaching between Jeanne's legs, I slipped my fingers into her sex. She was dripping wet. For a moment Jeanne let me rub her while she slowly swayed her hips, but then she suddenly stopped. Stepping away, she turned around so she was facing me.

Standing perfectly still, her large breasts fully exposed, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her panties down around her thighs, the lips of her shaved cunt glistening with the moisture of her arousal; Jeanne smiled at me and asked; "Why am I so excited Michael? Tell me."

Every bit as excited as Jeanne, I took a deep breath and answered; "Because you're thinking about the fun you're going to have with Trent Peters." As I said those words tiny pangs of jealousy pricked at my heart. They were overwhelmed by the excitement I was feeling, but they were there and they were unmistakeable.

Shaking her head, Jeanne said; "No, that's not why I'm this excited. Yes. I admit that playing with Trent Peters will be fun, but it will never be as much fun as playing kinky sex games with you. Michael, you're the man I love. You will always be my favorite playmate."

Once again Jeanne had demonstrated how well she knew and understood me. Her words vanquished the tiny pinpricks of jealousy that had been poking at my heart. Suddenly overwhelmed with love for this wonderful woman I grinned and said; "Thank you very much, I needed to hear that."

"I know. I'm sorry I've created a situation where you do need to hear that."

"That's okay, I'm enjoying this new life too and as long as you keep reassuring me I think we'll be all right."

"I will Michael, I promise to give you all the reassurance you need."

I smiled at Jeanne.

Smiling back, she said; "I still have a wet pussy. Got any ideas about what we might do about that?"

"I do, I have a really good idea. How would you like to sit on my face?"

Jeanne grinned; "Baby, that's an invitation the new Jeanne will never refuse. Lie back and make yourself comfortable. Your slut wife is going to go for a ride." Giggling with excitement, she took off her panties and skirt.

While Jeanne was doing that I took off my shirt and lay back on the bed. Once I was settled she got on the bed, straddled my face and sat down; pressing her sopping pussy into my lips, cheeks and nose.

I started licking Jeanne. She cooed with delight and responded by rocking back and forth on my face. When she rocked forward I sucked on her clit and when she rocked back I licked her cunt and then her asshole. While I was doing that Jeanne pinched and pulled on her nipples. It was amazing. I felt like we were the main characters in an eighteenth century erotic epic.

We were both soon crazed with unbridled lust. As she rocked back and forth Jeanne ground her cunt and her ass into my face. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and tried to bury my tongue even deeper inside her.

Jeanne started laughing. "Michael, this is fucking amazing. I never dreamed that sex could be this much fun!" And then she arched her back and screamed.

As she orgasmed, Jeanne's moisture flooded my face. Reveling in her, I kissed her and licked her. I closed my eyes and passionately made out with her sex.

Gradually Jeanne's orgasm subsided. Once she regained her composure she slid back so she was straddling my chest and took several long slow breaths. I watched her. After a moment she smiled at me and asked; "Wanna fuck?"

The question and the way it had been posed was so incongruous with the old Jeanne that we both burst out laughing. Leaning down, Jeanne kissed me and said; "I guess I've changed."

Still laughing, I said; "That would be the understatement of the year."

"It's fun, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it really is."

"So do you?"

"Damn right."

"Can I stay on top?"

"That's not what Trent would want."

"Right now I don't give a damn about Trent. At this moment I only care about what we want."

"I'd love it if you stayed on top."

Jeanne slid farther back and reached behind her. As she guided my erect penis into her sopping cunt, she said; "You can play with my tits while we fuck. You like doing that, don't you."

I nodded.

Jeanne began rocking back and forth on my cock. I reached up and started fondling her nipples.

"I enjoy being on top."

"I like it too."

"Tell me why? What do you like about it?"

"I can play with your tits and I can watch you."

"You really do like to watch, don't you."

"Yes I do."

"I glad." Jeanne closed her eyes. We fell into a slow easy rhythm.

As we fucked I watched Jeanne. All of her attention was focused on the pleasure we were creating for each other. She really had become a sensual woman. I marveled at the change. During the past year, my once prudish wife had evolved into a sexual lioness.

Jeanne opened her eyes and saw me looking at her. "You're watching me."

"Yes I am. You've always been beautiful, but now you're also very sensual."

"Do you like that?"

"Yes I do."

Closing her eyes again, Jeanne shifted her attention back to my cock. I watched as she rode me. After a moment she whispered; "Michael, I love to fuck, I really do. Is that okay?"

"It's not just okay, it's wonderful."

"I love fucking with you."

"But you enjoy other men too."

Again opening her eyes, Jeanne looked at me and said; "I'm sorry, but I do. The variety is thrilling."

"I know."

"Michael, I really have become a slut."

"Does that ever make you unhappy?"

Jeanne stopped rocking on my cock. Sitting perfectly still, she considered my question. Finally she said; "I'm happy that I've learned to enjoy sex and being a slut is amazingly exciting. I love it. No, I'm not unhappy about that, but I am unhappy that I hurt you."

"I'm over the hurt. I will admit that you're still causing me some stress."

"I'm sorry."

"Change causes stress, I think it's inevitable."

"Do you think this will turn out to be a good change for you?"

"It's looking pretty good right now."

"What about when I'm with someone else?."

"I think that has the potential to be good, but I'm not there yet. It's still going to take some time. Until I do get there, I suggest we try to live in the moment."

Grinning, Jeanne said; "I like that plan. I'm sorry I got all serious."

"We have to talk. It's essential if we're going to make this work."

"Even while we're fucking?" Jeanne was giggling.

"When you've got something to say you've gotta say it."

Still giggling, Jeanne said; "Well I said what I had to say and now I'm done. Let's start fucking again."

"I can do that."

"Wanna gallop?"

"When you're on top am I your horse?"

"Is that too kinky for you?"

Laughing, I said; "Too kinky? That doesn't even register on our kinky scale."

"So do you wanna?"

"Sure, why not." I paused for a moment and then I asked; "Isn't this going to be rammin and Jammin?"

"When I'm on top and warmed up rammin and Jammin is good."

"Apparently I need to read a manual."

"We don't have one, but we could write one."

"That would require extensive research and experimentation."

"We'd have to set aside some weekends for that purpose only."

"We'll need to sequester ourselves in a motel."

"It will be physically taxing."

"That's true, but great achievements require intense effort."

Grinning at me, Jeanne said, "I'm up to the challenge, are you?"

"I am, but we'll need to train."

"This is a good opportunity."

"It is. Galloping would be a good training exercise, wouldn't it."

"It's recommended by some of the sports most prominent authorities."

"I didn't realize that this was a sanctioned sport."

"Oh yes, the governing agency is the international federated union of copulating couples."

"The IFUCC, yes I believe I've heard of it."

We'd both been trying to keep straight faces, but with that Jeanne broke and burst out laughing. I immediately joined her. We hugged and then Jeanne said; "Michael I love you so much."

"I know."

"Do you? Even after everything I've done?"

"Yeah, even then. Come on, let's gallop."

"Okay."

We did and it was amazing. Jeanne had two orgasms. The first time she came I tried to back off, but she didn't want a break. She just wanted to keep fucking. The second time she came we orgasmed together.

After a short recess, Jeanne went down on me and expertly raised another erection. We finished the evening with a session of anal sex. While we were doing it I couldn't stop picturing Trent Peters enjoying the same pleasure with Jeanne. The image did create some angst for me, but I had to admit that it also added to the excitement.

That night we both slept like babies. The next morning was Saturday. After showering together, we spent some time doing research for the oral sex chapter of our projected sex manual and then we dressed and went out for breakfast.

After breakfast we drove north along the Pacific Coast Highway to The Point Reyes National Sea Shore. That night we had dinner at the sea food cafe. After dinner we returned to the motel and spent the rest of the evening making love. That day was just for us. We didn't talk about our problems. We didn't discuss other men. We simply enjoyed each other. It was a wonderful day.

Sunday morning Jeanne's plane left 10:00. It was a hour drive to the San Francisco Airport, so we had to leave the motel at 7:30.

On the way to the airport Jeanne said; "Thanksgiving is next week. The girls and I are going to miss you."

Nodding, I said; "I'm going to miss you too."

"Christmas will be even worse."

"We could spend Christmas together."

"What about the girls?"

"They could join us. We have over a month to make the plans."

"Could we really do that?"

"Why not? We both have plenty of money."

"Where would you want to meet?"

"San Antonio, Texas is supposed to be a beautiful city."

"Isn't that where they have the riverwalk?"

"I believe it is."

"Michael, I would love to do that."

"I'd like it too."

"I'll call the girls as soon as I get home."

"Getting the time off work will probably be the biggest obstacle."

"The week between Christmas and New Years is never a very productive time for businesses. I'm sure that we'll all be able to take vacation days."

"What about Paul? Will he be spending the holidays with his family?"

"Paul doesn't spend time with his family. His parents divorced when he was four. Both of them remarried immediately and have families with their new spouses. His lady raised him, but he feels like his stepman always viewed him as a burden. Apparently his man rarely made young support payments. He hasn't been home since he graduated from college."

"Paul should definitely spend Christmas with us in San Antonio."

"I'll tell Tricia that he's invited."

Moving on, I said; "The holidays are a busy time. We'll need to act quickly. Get me some dates. I'll make the hotel reservations and I'll have Ruth transfer some additional money to your account so you can buy the airline tickets. They're going to be expensive."

"Can we afford this?"

"I still have a few pools of money that I kept in reserve. It won't be a problem."

"Michael, this will be a wonderful Christmas."

"I think it will be too"

We pulled up to the departure level of the airport. Jeanne turned to me and said; "Michael, I'm going to miss you so much."

"I'm going to miss you too Jeanne, but we'll be together at Christmas."

"I'm already looking forward to it."

"Now you can also call me and email me."

"That will help." Leaning over, Jeanne kissed me and then she got out of my Escape. I got out too. I took her bag out of the back and set it on the curb. Then I wrapped my arms around Jeanne and kissed her hard.

She kissed me back and whispered; "Michael I love you so much."

"I know that Jeanne. I love you too."

Jeanne smiled at me and then she picked up her bag. After giving me one more kiss on the cheek she turned and walked into the airport. I watched her disappear into the terminal and then I got back into my Escape and left the airport.

I drove back to my motel, packed up my gear and checked out. San Francisco had been fun, but now it was time to move on.

GH,
A great ending to a great update. Time to move forward indeed. If each reconnection gets Michael closer to home then this, the first real real one, will be the greatest wrench perhaps. Especially if he misses Thanksgiving with his family. I'm looking forward to how you see it. Thanks once more for putting this one up. It really is good.

GH,

very nicely done. Thank you for keeping it going. The next few chapters could get very interesting, especially when their flower with the submissive husband come into the picture, at least I think you'll have plan for that.

Thank again for your work, in a way that story is so differrent that ypur other stories, that I find ita bit disturbing (I'am not sure if it is the right world).
In your other stories, husbands (stevie/bobby/robbie,etc) have some issue , mostly a really small dick and are unable to give pleasure to their wife, at least not in with their dick and their wife have incredibly sex urge, and are has they said slut (even normal women would be frustrated).
So all the cuckolding make sense, although there is also the submissive side, but it's still another thing.

Here Michael is a more standard guy, obviously, he can give pleasure to his wife, he may be a voyeur, but I have the feeling are more or less voyeur, I'am not sure it would be easy to him to accept is wife with other guys.
Also Jeanne (that I hated at first, and now, I find her fantastic) had her 'awakening' she discovered her sexuality, in fact their previously boring sex life, is now really good.
she could easily stop having sex with other man, or maybe just some time.
Ok, Sex is fun and can be great, but really it's also intimate, why risking having strong feeling if there is no 'good reamisters'. And by the way if it's just a fun thing, Michael could have fun too, I'am not sure how she would accept it?

Well, I guess you to know me : I tend to over analyze everything ! it make my wife crazy ^^

But I can not wait the next step of your wondefull story, and please, pretty please, do not forget Jackie and Artie ;)

This is one fun tale!
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I'm loving this story... thanks for the effort that I know it takes to create it!